"All right, it's time to go up and send those people packing for good."
As he muttered to himself, Luo Hong adjusted his voice to sound exactly like Fang Han's.
It turned out that as soon as he discovered Fang Han and the others were being pursued, he had immediately come up with a plan.
He would assume Fang Han's identity, resolve this pursuit, then take over Fang Han's sect and cultivate there in seclusion.
Though Luo Hong's luck had been good this time, it was clearly not good enough.
Fang Han was simply too despicable a person. Impersonating someone like him would not be easy.
His figure flashed, and Luo Hong appeared atop the peak with Xue'er.
"Fang Han, do you think a single grand formation can stand against so many of us? You truly underestimate us!"
The moment Jin Chuan saw Fang Han, his face turned livid as he shouted angrily at him, even temporarily ignoring the blood spirits lunging at him.
The others, however, had no such leisure. Numerous ghostlike blood spirits were currently surrounding and attacking them.
Even when they shattered them, these blood spirits would be reborn from the giant pillars of corpses and bones around them.
Moreover, as the formation operated, these blood spirits were gradually growing stronger. The situation was clearly far from favorable for them.
"Still talking tough when death is at hand? If you have the ability, break the formation!"
"Haha, Master's calculations were flawless. Today shall be the day you all perish!"
"Master, don't you need to operate the formation anymore? Eh, who is this?"
Ignoring the question from the black-robed disciple beside him, Luo Hong swept his gaze across the faces of the five Taiyi Cultivators before finally stopping on Jin Chuan.
"Golden Horse Sect, Golden Cauldron Gate, Mad